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The first thousand four hundred and ninety-four chapters

Mount Sumeru has been splattered with blood for many years. This place is sacred and has never been stained with blood. However, something like this happened today, which is unimaginable for Buddhism.

No one expected Ye Fan to be so straightforward, he drew his sword and killed the young monk, turning him into blood and mud and dying on Mount Sumeru.

This is definitely a huge disaster. Who has dared to do this since ancient times? Even if there is a fight, no one dares to kill the Buddha so unscrupulously on Mount Sumeru!

"Amitabha..." A middle-aged monk halfway up the mountain recited the name of the Buddha, with a look of sorrow on his face. He was reciting the Sutra of the Past for salvation. After a moment, he suddenly raised his head, with two compelling rays of light shooting out of his eyes, and shouted: "Buddhism is pure.

How can the earth allow you big demons to interfere?"

"Buzz, boom, boom"

The heaven and earth shook violently, as if there were infinite lightning resonances, Mount Sumeru emitted immeasurable light, the power of faith swept across like a vast ocean, and thousands of silver waterfalls fell down. This was the ocean of thought power.

The power of faith is like the sea and like a knife, surging and shining, sacred and majestic, rolling down from the sky and striking forward.

"I'm still afraid of you!" Dongfang Ye shouted, his thick and messy hair flying, he raised the big fang stick in his hand and smashed it forward.

This weapon was damaged before, but now it has been repaired. It is a great holy weapon, full of power, fierce and domineering, like a pillar supporting the sky falling down, making a rumbling sound, causing chaos to surge up.

boom!

There was a loud earthquake, and the sea of ​​faith power in front was blocked, blocking the way, while the supreme power of the mace and the club was pushed forward for more than ten miles, but it was also turned away.

There was a final loud noise, thunder exploded, the sky collapsed, the savage took a few big steps back, and the endless power of faith that surged over also disappeared.

Everyone gasped, this is Mount Sumeru, it is almost indestructible.

You must know that the savage is a saint king, and he is activating the great holy weapon, but it is completely blocked by the power of faith activated by a middle-aged monk and cannot attack.

You can imagine the horror of this place.

If it were the leader of Mount Sumeru or the unrivaled old monk who walked out of the Great Thunder Sound Temple on the top of the mountain, what kind of terrible situation would it be?!

Buddhism is unfathomable, and everything depends on it in Mount Sumeru.

"Whoever breaks into my Buddhist pure land. Although our temple is merciful, we cannot tolerate the troubles caused by the great demons in the world." The huge mountain is who knows how many tens of thousands of feet high. It is huge and intimidating, and a roar can be heard from above.

A strong Buddhist man appeared, and this time dozens of Arhats appeared one after another. Each one had achieved a golden body. The Buddha's light formed a ring behind his head, and each of the treasures was solemn.

In the center is an old monk, wearing a cassock. The sun, moon and stars are shaking above him. His eyebrows are white and his face is wrinkled. He looks down with a kind of majesty and indifference.

"Monk, don't ask questions knowingly and release the flowers, otherwise my horse will trample on Mount Sumeru!" Li Tian shouted.

As soon as these words came out, the dozens of Arhats behind the old monk couldn't calm down. Over the years, who dared to speak like this? What kind of place is Mount Sumeru?!

"That child is destined to be a Buddhist. It will be a great blessing to introduce him to Buddhism and withdraw from the world of mortals." The old monk said calmly.

"You are against me. You tell lies with your eyes open, save people's disciples, and seek magical powers. You are despicable and shameless. But you can still say it so high-sounding. Are you a Buddha or a demon?!" Li Tian shouted, opened his mouth and spat out a crystal clear word.

The stove flew out and magnified instantly.

Suddenly, the Nanming Li Fire surged, and the Suzaku Divine Fire boiled. The True Fire of Samadhi rolled, and the Five Elements Essence Fire swept across. It was a cloud of fire, a blazing ocean, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth.

The Goddess Furnace tore apart the heaven and the earth, enlarging to the size of a huge mountain. Its entire body was crystal clear and blooming with auspicious colors. It pressed down, impacting with endless flames, trying to break through Mount Sumeru.

"Buddhism has the virtue of living well, but you are demons and are causing chaos in the world, but you have to use weapons to suppress them." The old monk said. With a slight scolding, the dozens of Arhats behind him all moved, and each of them emitted immeasurable Buddha light.

Drawing the infinite power of faith to fight against the Goddess Furnace.

This was a big collision. The Goddess Furnace was very powerful, but in the end it was knocked back and could not be attacked.

Mount Sumeru is so sacred, like a huge imperial weapon. Blessed by so much faith, it is invincible and has endless oppressive power on the outside world.

"Monk, are you really not going to let my disciple go?" Ye Fan said with a sneer, showing his white teeth, showing his murderous intent.

"He is destined to be my Buddhist disciple in this life, and he has severed the relationship between master and disciple with you." The old monk said, staring at the dark red killing sword behind Ye Fan, very fearful.

"Then don't blame me for going on a killing spree!" Ye Fan shouted coldly. The logic didn't make sense, so he could only fight bloody battles and kill them on Mount Sumeru.

"Amitabha, it's good, it's good. The donor's anger is too strong. He needs to cultivate his mind and know how to let it go." The old monk advised, with a look of compassion.

"Put it down? Fuck you!" Ryoma roared, like a thunderclap, which made everyone's ears numb, and added: "It's so hypocritical."

The expression of the old monk on Mount Sumeru was stagnant, and the dozens of Arhats were even more dazed. Who is this person? He is too vulgar. He roared at Mount Sumeru and said such evil words.

"If we can kill to stop the war and make the world peaceful, the old monk is willing to be a sinner, even if his hands are stained with blood. Amitabha, I would like to confess my sin to the Buddha first." The old monk kept shouting.

Then he raised his head and recited the incantation. The entire Mount Sumeru was different. The silver holy light began to turn into golden color, and his mind power surged and was vast and unpredictable.

There was a great pressure that filled the air, like a great emperor awakening, and it vaguely aimed at Ye Fan, resisting the dark red killing sword in his hand.

Mount Xumi is extremely powerful, and this kind of thought power fluctuation is actually blended with wisps of imperial energy, which is so terrifying that it wants to immobilize Lingbao Tianzun's killing sword.

Moreover, a virtual gate appeared on the mountain, as if it was connected to another world. There were roars, as if a group of ancient ferocious beasts were about to come out of the gate, spreading a shocking atmosphere.

"The eight tribes came out to protect Buddhism and suppress demons!" the old monk shouted.

A big black hole appeared on Mount Sumeru, and groups of strong men rushed out from it. They all had different appearances, and were definitely not human beings. There were big pythons, Yakshas, ​​Shura, and the golden-winged bird god...each one had an aura.

Horrible and mysterious!

"Eight Heavenly Dragons!" Qi Luo changed his face. They had seen each other last time and suffered a big loss.

These are the Yaksha, Gandharvas, Asuras, Garudas and other eight celestial beings. They are all mysterious and powerful races. After surrendering to Buddhism, they became Dharma protectors.

"Buddhism is really not a good sect. These are all rare ancient strong men, but they have turned them into followers and thugs."

Who said that Buddhism was born, these are all strong people, gathered together, became a subversive force, and they could sweep an area at a critical moment.

Ye Fan already had the sword in his hand, pointing at Mount Sumeru in the distance. But there seemed to be an ancient emperor really awakening there, releasing an unparalleled majestic power to resist him.

On Mount Sumeru, the eight tribes were very proactive. Each one of them was filled with evil spirits, like a rolling flood. They rushed down the mountain, and each one was so powerful that it was surprising.

"They are all saints. There are many people in one tribe. What a powerful fighting force the eight tribes have?!" Ye Tong changed his color.

A long roar came, and the ancient golden roc beside Ye Fan flapped its wings. Its golden feathers were dazzling. It spread its wings to the sky and pounced on the golden-winged bird gods among them, launching a fierce killing blow.

Boom!

It struck with its wings horizontally, as if it were a fist, and it went up and killed several golden birds, with blood dripping and feathers flying.

"This seems to be a kind of boxing technique, so powerful!" Yan Yixi whispered, and everyone behind him looked moved.

Dapeng King Fist!

This is what Gu Jinpeng had when he watched Ye Fan create the Tiandi Fist, standing on his shoulders. The magical power he realized under the bodhi tree was revealed at this time, and he was invincible.

"Puff", "puff"...

Blood splattered, the divine feathers were messy, and the golden-winged roc spread its royal fist. Killing all the bird gods cleanly and neatly.

Everyone was surprised. The old monks on Mount Xumi and a group of Arhats also changed their colors. This ancient golden roc had reached the realm of the Heavenly King and was about to become a great saint. Moreover, this magical power and secret technique was too powerful!

A roar came from Mount Sumeru, and many golden bird gods rushed out from the virtual gate again, filling up the eight tribes, which surprised Ye Tong and others.

"These are not the real body, not the original eight tribes, but the thoughts of Mount Sumeru." Princess Shencan said.

"Brothers, what are you waiting for? Come up with me and kill the eight tribesmen so that they can never appear again." Ryoma shouted.

It took out an ancient tablet with the word "Heavenly Soldier" engraved on it, and activated it together with ten holy kings including the nine-tailed crocodile dragon, the golden lion, and the black bear saint. In an instant, there was a strong wind here, the evil spirit was overwhelming, and there were people everywhere.

Shout out to kill Zhen Tianyu.

Hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers appeared out of thin air and charged forward like one dark cloud after another. After so many years of training, Ryoma and the others could truly exert some of the power of the ancient monument of heavenly soldiers.

It can be said that these 100,000 heavenly soldiers are similar to those of the eight armies. Their killing power is inexhaustible and limitless, shocking the world.

Swords flashed, blood rained, war drums thundered, and magic weapons filled the sky. The place was in chaos, and the shouts of killing were deafening, almost turning the world upside down.

At the end of the battle, the eight tribes dimmed, and the hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers slowly faded away, returning to the stone monument, and peace and tranquility was restored here.

I could clearly see the blood splattering and the murderous intent, but in the end, all of this disappeared.

"Amitabha, donor, you are too obsessed with it. You must know that there is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering and there is no turning back." The old monk spoke earnestly, with a look of sorrow on his face.

"Let my disciple come back." Ye Fan said calmly.

"The fate between you, master and disciple, has ended. You need to know how to let go in life, so just turn around and leave." The old monk said with his hands clasped together, staring at the dark red sword in Ye Fan's hand, extremely fearful.

"Shut up, Bird Monk!" Ryoma scolded him. Hearing the other person's words of compassion and hypocrisy, he couldn't help but want to curse. There was no reason to explain.

"Is this what you said is the only Buddha and philosophy left here?" Ye Fan said coldly, "It's empty and silent!"

At this moment, he began to take steps, staring at the boundless Buddha's light on Mount Sumeru, moving forward under great pressure, holding a dark red fairy sword, pointing at the old monk, ready to take action.

"Killing to stop war is not what I thought. It is a sin. Amitabha and the great demon are forcing me to do so. I have no choice but to kill. Please forgive me." The old monk chanted a mantra.

There was a roar, and countless Buddha light appeared behind him. He roared, and the earth shook. The entire Mount Sumeru seemed to be revived, and he wanted to suppress Ye Fan with the power of his religion. {Piaotian Literature www.piotian.com Thank you all book friends

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